I hear voices.
Some resounding – some whispers – some innocuous remarks Some in retort – some questions – some ‘funny’ remarks – some sarcasm.. Some innocent references to history heroes – Some in the form of very specific stories told with emphasis. And some stories of female gods.
“You are a girl”-”don’t laugh out loud”-”sit with your legs crossed”-”family is the only important thing”-”you are responsible for everything”-”we don’t do things like that”-”you are the rani of jhansi”-”motherhood will complete you”-”always eat after your husband”-”freedom is just a notion”-”a woman can never be free”- “you are strong-like a man”-”you can do whatever you like” – “this is a mans world-to survive you need to fight” -”it not safe-your sexuality is a liability” -”you are too emotional”-”you are too much”..
Like a dream. Crystal clear for some time and then they dissolve.. And even if I do remember the dream – It does not make any sense at all
I was in love with the idea of a woman – More that the Woman herself Phew !! there I said it.
Sometimes things are as simple as they seem. We have lost touch with aliveness Magic Faith
Because a parrot and a pigeon are not equal, neither is a dog. There is nothing wrong with a dog being called a dog..
We underestimate the power of a good loud laugh and a good loud cry.
We trivialise the joy of making a simple cup of tea for someone you love,
We bargain the messiness of intimate conversations for movies.
We buy member ship with cleverness and clarity into a world of chaos
Into a new book, new movie, new wardrobe or a new haircut.
And move on. or pretend to.
And be In the messiness Of aloneness Of dry rains